Monday, August 16, 2010

Forever Young

Liquid Platinum.

That is the colour of my possible probable new would-be car.

The inkling of getting a new car is not new. I've toyed with it for the last few months and vacillated over not only whether to do it, but if so, what to get, how much to spend - blah blah blah. Let's not even get into colours and naming rights.

The husband-t0-be had his ideas of what I should do/get, but after looking at the exterior of his choice, the Infiniti G37x, I discounted it for being too dad-like. The price scared me off as well.

Hyundai seemed more practical, and while practical is good, it didn't do much for me. I gravitated to the Volkswagen CC. Still pricey, but its lines made me smile. Its warranty did not.

Saturday, I had to take Viggo to get that awful noise fixed. It they took care of it - at no charge. But sitting there on the auto-mile got me antsy. It didn't help when Denton had to work all day, so there was no reason to rush home. So off to test drive I went. We'll get to the car stuff on another day.

As luck would have it, I got the only cute dealer in the place. How was I going to not take a test drive with him? Adam represents much better in real life than in the covert picture I took of him. He was taller than me, better dressed (notice the French cuffs) and had a very firm handshake.

Yes, I'm shameless: meaning, I have no shame. Denton even put that into a text after I MMS'd him the picture.

Adam fell into salesman schmooze mode not often, but a few times, once that I had to call him out on it.

I was doing my test drive and he asked if I was married (just conversation or was he curious?), I told him I had a partner, and he was cool about it (hey, you never know sometimes, even when a commission might be involved) and he said he didn't see a need to ever get married and if he was with someone, he'd be with someone.

Then he asked how long we'd been together and I told him. As he tried doing the pseudo-subtraction in his head, I got asked the inevitable follow-up question: how old I was. I told him.

His response? "Get the fuck out!".

Then came the schmooze part. "I would have guessed you were only 28 or 29!". Oh, PUH-LEEZE!

It made me respond, "Adam, don't be 'that guy'". I said it kind of in jest, and that buttering me up doesn't work for a sale. He seemed sincere, but you know, fake-sincerity is a really good sales trick too. I wasn't biting.

Or was I?

After we got back to the dealership, we sat and talked finance options, etc and he saw my iPhone and said he had not seen the 4G yet and could he look at it. Sure, I said - then immediately regretted it.

I was thinking 'PLEASE do not look at the camera', you know, since the first pic he'd see would be one I covertly took of him. That'd be embarrassing. Ruckiry (not Jon's boss), he didn't go into the camera roll.

He did see my Lightsaber app(no, not a euphemism) and was thrilled with that, then he showed me some Star Wars apps he had on his Droid. He also had a Star Wars ringtone. I used to have one, but got rid of it awhile back. Denton really would have only had to be worried about Adam if we got into a discussion on Lord of the Rings.

I will most likely make a decision on a car in the near future. But maybe one more test drive with Adam is in order. Ya know, just to see how he, ummmm....I mean it handles.

4 comments:

I got all nervous when you said that you let him look at your phone. I was SURE that he was going to look at your pictures! Phew. Good luck with the car search/purchase. I think it's one of the worst things to have to deal with. At least for me it is. ;-)Oh, and belated happy birthday wishes to you!!xoxo